ADVENTURERS.
When we were children, at our will,
That vanished summer blithe and free,
Dear shipmate! how we loved to float
Thro’ wind and calm, in a little boat,
All alone on the sparkling sea!
One morn, defying storms we sailed
And sang our Credo, you and I—
“Beyond the foam, the surge, the mist,
The sea-fog’s moving amethyst,